Don’t let me get drunk alone

Life is like mellow wine/sometimes strong/sometimes thin/years and sentimental drops in my heart/Put your hope/Your Dream/Slowly lean in my arms/put my happiness/my pain/Pour into your wine tonight’s Summer Night breeze slowly, alone I stand in balcony window overlooking, looked at front caoe River Third Ring Road bridge ablaze with lights busy the nighttime north of the city high-rise buildings neon Winky. A melancholy song “Don’t let me get drunk alone” sung by Jiang Yuheng floated in the computer. This tune is full of deep sadness charm, and the whole tune is full of sadness and helplessness. The tone of this word makes people feel very heavy, expressing the loneliness and frustration in the lyrics incisively and vividly. Listening to it, it seems to make people feel extremely sad and heartbroken, this song is in line with my current mood! Now I have formed a habit that I like to write words while listening to music and tapping the keyboard with my fingers, feeling the crying and complaining song in the song, and my heart will be full of inspiration. There will always be a song accompanying every past event. There is always a theme related to every memory. When these familiar songs sounded clearly in my ears, those unforgettable things of the past would emerge in front of me one by one. I like to immerse myself in sad songs, in sad memories, staring at the figure in memory and continuing that true feeling. It seems that only in such a tune can I look at each other and look back vaguely. I sat quietly in front of the computer desk and faced the cold screen, shaking my daughter’s red yellow wine in the glass, raising my hand to lift up the yellow wine in the glass, A sweet and mellow warm current was burning from throat to stomach and integrated into the whole body. My eyes looked at the time on the screen inadvertently. I knew that tonight would be a sleepless night again. I have spent countless nights like this, and the only thing I remember is the loneliness and bitterness after being drunk alone. I stretched out my hand and filled the glass again. Listening to the melancholy melody, the sad melody has a feeling of making people cry. Instantly tears swirled in my eyes, and all the grievances poured out. The air in the room was filled with intoxicating wine. Maybe I was really drunk! Wiping the tears off my face casually, the emptiness in my heart made me afraid of the feeling of loneliness. I lit a Liqun brand cigarette for myself with a lighter to cover the trace of blood flowing, and tried to find myself in the smoke of throughput. Helpless and numb heart lost peace, I am not intoxicated by wine, but by love! I put out the burnt cigarette butts in my hands, as if I wanted to cut off the flying thoughts. The bright yellow wine under the lamp was seducing me, and I looked up again to drink it out. I turned into your figure in my full and drunk eyes. Without you, my mood was very melancholy and lonely, and my care and Miss mingled together, which made my heart tremble and heartache. I don’t know what my life will be like? I can’t say it clearly! Day by day, trouble day by day. I’m so envious of seeing others treat each other like guests! I put my sadness in my heart. I put all my loss and unhappiness into the wine and drink them into my stomach. Love is in my heart, drunk in my dream. Don’t let me drunk alone/Don’t let me walk alone/long midnight without you around/How long will my love wait/will it be empty after waking up/Will You Love Me Again Tomorrow/I am drunk and squatting to write a song “drunk at night”: cold Moon sky night faint, lamp screen wall to keyboard, wine ask drunken dream zhong ge, pen wander love Acacia.

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